Wednesday Lurch Novels & Stories

The alley entrance where we came from fills with angry red wolves as the stalk us. We back up. ‘What do we do, Grey?’ Wes keeps his eyes trained on the wolves. ‘Um…I don’t know. Lucius?’ My eyes widen as they draw closer. Lucius looks up. ‘Follow me.’ He grumbles. He jumps, shifting in mid air and grabbing a ladder. He climbs the fire escape. Me and Wes do the same as the wolves run toward us, trying to grab out feet. I look down. ‘They’re still coming! Fucking run!’

Unfortunately, standing so close only worsened the heat tearing through me. Soon, the Lycan’s eyes snapped open. In one explosive movement, he leapt down from the pillar. The entire structure cracked and collapsed behind him. Startled, I stumbled back, but the werewolf lunged toward me, his gaze sharp enough to pierce straight through bone. Did the moonpetal pollen not work? I tried to run, but my legs had already given out. I collapsed onto the ground, helpless. The Lycan roared, brushing past me before launching himself out of the cave. The pool outside erupted as his power churned the water violently. Then, he returned, charging back inside.

Time ticked and days ran, a week passed. The same thing continued. Going to college, practicing piano and then office. It's been a month since I started working. I am in the office, sitting on the chair and getting bored. Loren isn't here yet. His anger was on the same level this whole week. I took some papers and started making origami. Something should be done to kill this boredom. I made a bird, whose wings flap when its tail is pulled, a frog that jumps. A ball that can be blown and a dragon which does nothing. To draw horror eyes on the dragon, I took an ink bottle and messed up. Turning white paper and my fingers blue. I went to the washroom to wash my hands and saw Loren standing near

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

"I hope that chatterbox doesn't ruin my sleep." ###

Chris threw a ball at Jason's face however. 'swoosh!' the new kid dodges the ball with ease much to surprise of everyone there. "What the....?! Get him!" Chris ordered and the remaining five guys threw their own balls at Jason. "The balls..." Jason said quietly (are slow). He could see the balls coming at him as if they were in slowmo. (Is this part of the werewolf stuff?) He wondered as this had never happened to him before. "Is he a ninja how'd he dodge all that?!", "Get it together already!", "He's just one guy" the girls yelled at the guys who had failed.

A deep structural pain that was also— *Right. The ward line scanned again. Parsed what it found. And found— *Nothing it recognized.* Not demon. Not purely lunar. Something that fit neither category. Something it had no response protocol for. The ward line *paused.* Then cleared. Luna opened her eyes. "Move," she breathed. They moved. Through the third ward line— Which was not a grid. Was not a detection field. Was not a frequency scanner. The third ward line was a *wall.* Six feet tall.

No rewriting necessary. We may get an opportunity now after many weeks have passed.